The Maker

Foundations of time from the first Earth age
 You breathed life into each and every soul
 Before the child conceived, the plan was secure
 A life no law of man can claim or hold
 We expose our pride in what we perceive as wise
 And take the new life into our own hands
 Without regard for the blessed new heartbeat
 The machine we created cuts the silver strand
 We won't be distracted by the same life we hold to
 With our goals and desires we strive to achieve
 In our self-proclaimed right for power over life
 We now find more value in the trees
 In the end our human will won't be done
 Though thru time we deceive ourselves to believe
 And the blood that we spilled, the dreams that we killed
 In those fractured wombs we'll one day grieve